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Title: Untitled (Outside at Night)
Author: hikaru / _regarde
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Rating: G
Character: Severus Snape
Disclaimer: They're all J. K. Rowling's, and I've got the feeling that she'd have my head for this.
Summary: Severus Snape takes a long walk and does some thinking.
Notes: Written for Academie, a Harry Potter RPG where I play Snape.  The game is AU, in the respect that it takes place in a comtemporary universe without magic.  We have incorporated the major bits of the new canon that came along with HBP, and thusly, this could be considered to have vague spoilers for HBP. I haven't mentioned anything specific, really, but if you've read the book, you will get a much deeper meaning. I still wouldn't recommend reading it if you've not finished HBP, however.  Ficlet written for the prompt "outside at night."
Word Length: 738, or thereabouts.

( It would be fitting; the sky would open up and pour its troubles and its cares and its very distaste down on him. Collapse )

Title: The Sorting Troll
Author: hikaru / _regarde
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Disclaimer: They're all J. K. Rowling's, and I've got the feeling that she'd have my head for this.
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters: McGonagall, future Weasleys, and the Sorting Hat... err... Troll.
Summary: The Sorting Hat is replaced with a Star Wars favourite.
Notes: Written for hp100. For the crossover challenge. 

"Attention!" McGonagall clapped loudly. "Due to a most unfortunate accident," she glared pointedly at a clump of red-haired Gryffindors, "we no longer have a Sorting Hat. Instead, we've a Sorting Troll."

Whispers engulfed the Hall. Trolls were dangerous! And smelly!

"This troll is not a typical troll. He's wise, gentle, and smaller than normal." McGonagall frowned sternly. "Now, let the Sorting begin! Aneshka, Rupam!"

An Indian girl approached a lumpy burlap sack, from which emerged a small, aged green fellow - the Sorting Troll.

"Ah, brave you are. Wise too you are." He waved his tiny hand. "Ahh, Ravenclaw, you are!"